“You can tell, how?”
“It’s in the little things, you know?”
“The little things?”
She takes a sip of her wine and leans her head on her palm. “Okay, so here’s one. When we sit for family dinners, Jonathan doesn’t touch his food until he makes sure you’re not only settled, but you’ve also started eating.”
“He just likes everyone seated.”
“Jonathan?” She laughs, the sound throaty. “He couldn’t care less about us. He only started that habit when you joined our dinners.”
“Oh.”
“There’s also the way he watches you so you’ll eat or how he snaps at Aiden or Levi whenever they address you. It’s like he doesn’t want your attention divided from him.”
“He snaps at everyone.”
“Not usually. Jonathan is the type who issues orders in the calmest, most frightening way. And he doesn’t actually snap at Aiden and Levi — at least, not when Astrid and I are there.” She grins. “You brought colours to his previously bleak world. I can feel it.”
Her words are supposed to lift my mood, but it flattens at the reminder of what recently happened.
Before Elsa can go on, Aiden re-joins us with plates of pasta and meatballs.
Elsa’s cheeks are red, and mine must be, too, considering this is our second glass of wine.
She tiptoes and kisses Aiden on the mouth, smiling. He deepens it, uncaring for having me as an audience. His arms wrap around her waist and he grabs her by the small of her back as he tongues her with intense passion.
I sigh into my glass of wine, watching them — probably like a creep. At least Aiden shows his emotions freely in front of Elsa. His father is stone-cold and demands punishment for every kiss and night in his bed.
He did kiss you and sleep with you without a punishment last night.
That was before he looked at me that way, so it doesn’t count.
Elsa pulls away, her cheeks coloured crimson. Aiden’s eyes are blazing as if he’ll push her on the table and take her right here and now. That was probably their plan for the night before I interrupted.
As if reading into his intentions, Elsa flops onto her seat, forcing Aiden to do the same. At first, the meal is spent in awkward silence, but Elsa brings up uni and a debate club that Aiden and his best friend named Cole attend.
She complains that they’re only there to make everyone’s lives hell.
Aiden counters that not everyone is boring like her politically correct colleagues.
That gets them both talking and arguing in an adorable kind of way. Or more like, Elsa argues. Aiden seems to rile her up on purpose just to get on her nerves.
“Can you believe this?” Elsa asks me. “Did you have people like this at uni?”
“My best friend, Layla. You met her at that charity. She’s so argumentative and doesn’t like to be ignored. She’s tiny, wears a religious scarf, and appears clueless and soft, so when she made a ruckus in debates, everyone kind of looked at her in awe.”
“She seems so cool,” Elsa says.
“She is.” I’m so proud of that little bugger.
Aiden takes a bite of his food. “Invite her for dinner at Jonathan’s someday.”
“She and Jonathan don’t get along.” I pick at my pasta. “She’s always threatening to practice her black belt karate on him.”
He smirks. “Even better.”
“She does that?” Elsa speaks in a slightly spooked voice.